Some people smoke. Others turn to sweets. My version of stress-induced therapy? A mani-pedi. And I’m talking any mani-pedi. Whether it’s a mid-day break at the salon, or a leisurely DIY at-home session, I’m addicted to changing my polish. Although I’ve been hoarding every color under the sun since freshman year of college (yes, there is a difference between Essie’s Mademoiselle pink and Mistique Pink, thank you), I’ve only recently started paying attention to what toxins I might be inhaling each time I paint my digits.


Courtesy of Butter London.